Blurb：
After a near-fatal stunt accident, Jack pleads with his famous parents—Hollywood legends who forced him to sign away their name and fame. But their cold rejection cuts deeper than any injury. Abandoned at his lowest moment, Jack wakes to see his brother celebrated as their "little prince" while he remains invisible. This is a story of betrayal, survival, and the fierce rise of an underdog who refuses to be forgotten. Featuring emotional family drama, intense hospital scenes, and a protagonist fighting for recognition in the cutthroat world of indie filmmaking.Content：
My parents, both Hollywood legends, were terrified I’d try to ride their coattails. They made me sign an agreement: my career was mine, but their name, their fame, was off-limits.So I clawed my way up from the bottom. During a high-wire stunt for a gritty indie film, a cable snapped. I fell. The world went black.
I was hanging on by a thread, my voice a raw, trembling whisper as I begged my agent to get my parents to the hospital, to sign the surgical consent forms.
But they ignored my plea. Their words, cold and sharp over the phone, were a final twist of the knife.
“Don’t you dare pull a stunt like this to try and force our hand. You’ve been a manipulative child from the day you were born. Did you think we wouldn't see right through you?”
When I clawed my way back from death’s door, the first thing I saw was a post from my brother. A video from his wrap party. He was the center of a cheering crowd, my parents beaming beside him, proudly introducing him to the world as their brilliant son.
The caption read: A star on the screen, but always Mom and Dad’s little prince.
This time, there was no hysteria. No screaming into a pillow.
Instead, I had a declaration of familial severance drawn up. And then, I walked away.
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The piercing shriek of the heart monitor was a constant scream in the sterile white room. My agent Monica’s sobs were a muffled counterpoint, swallowed by the urgent, clipped voices of doctors and nurses.
“We can’t wait any longer. His condition is critical, we need to operate now. Get his family on the phone!”
Monica’s choked voice was a distant wave. “I can’t… they’re not picking up.”
A nurse’s voice, sharp with urgency. “Use my phone. There’s no more time to waste.”
Monica mumbled her thanks, her hands fumbling as she took the phone.
Unlike all the other times, the call connected almost instantly.
“Yeah, what is it?” The voice was my father’s, irritated and rough.
A knot tightened in my chest, a sour, acid-like pain that cut through the physical agony.
Monica’s voice was a frantic rush. “Hello, this is Jack’s agent. Am I speaking to his father?”
A sharp sigh on the other end. Impatience dripped from every word. “No. Wrong number.”
The pain in my chest bloomed, a dark flower of agony so intense it sharpened my fading consciousness.
Monica wouldn’t give up. “But… it can’t be. Your contact in his phone is labeled ‘Dad.’”
She took a breath, trying to steady herself. “Please, don’t misunderstand. Jack was in an accident on set this afternoon. He needs emergency surgery. We need you to come to the hospital and sign the consent forms.”
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